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Chapter 4

Sitting like a child on the counter swinging her legs back and forth nervously Violet bit her fingernail as her eyes focused on the blinking red traffic light across the street.

Tate leaned against the opposite wall transfixed on her every move, lost in a girl he knew nothing about but needed more than life itself.

Chilled from the walk to the bar she still had her hood from her sweatshirt resting over her blonde silky hair that remained tucked inside.

His dark ebony eyes drifted over her with one question turning over and over in his mind.

Unable to keep quiet any longer he made his way over to her.

Violet remained fixated on the blinking crimson light as her legs continued to swing in a slow rhythm one than the other back and forth.

Clearing his throat Tate stepped behind the bar. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink."

Pulling a bud light from cooler he leaned the cap on the edge of the counter slamming his hand down on it hard watching as it bounced across the uneven worn floorboards.

Downing half the bottle he sighed heavily before putting it down hard with a resounding thud.

"Violet…"

Paying no attention to him she bit harder down on her nail before he suddenly appeared before her standing firm between her thighs.

Placing his hands above both of her knees he slowly skimmed his fingertips up the smooth texture of her dark jeans that were frayed at the bottom.

Seeing her this way, no makeup, long pieces of golden tresses framing her heart shaped flawless face, black hooded sweatshirt, zipper halted above her bare breasts, dark skinny jeans, with a pair of old black converse left untied over her bare feet…

She was beyond intoxicating… .

Better than any fancy suit or sexy dress, she couldn't have looked more alluring or desirable to him.

Tate couldn't help thinking that this was the real Violet, not some made up classy upper class educated snob but someone closer to the likes of him, someone with a past, someone with a story to tell.

Even with him directly in front of her invading her personal space she remained unflinching except for her legs that now hooked around his calves bringing him even closer.

Reaching down he gently took her finger away from her grinding teeth and rubbed it between his hands.

"Biting your nails is a nasty habit."

It was this move that finally broke her stare causing her to flicker her long eyelashes up his tall frame connecting with eyes that she could have crawled inside of forever.

Guilt washed over her like ice cold water in her veins.

"This is a mistake."

Her voice was breathy, haunting, her words stating something completely different than the wanting tone they danced upon.

"How... do you know me?" he flatly rasped just inches from her mouth.

Sighing, Violet was clearly stalling as she covered his hands with hers knowing her touch would distract him, at least for the moment.

She wasn't ready, not yet, she needed him for different reasons now, and it fucking terrified her.

Leading his hands further up her thighs he groaned lowly finding her mouth once again.

Her plan worked.

Tugging her hood backwards his other hand hooked her zipper lowering it to her flat belly.

He parted from her lips watching as her long pin straight hair fell down across her alabaster skin skimming across her hard nipples as her sweat shirt fell down off her shoulders.

"Fucking Christ." He mumbled harshly as he cupped her ass pulling her to the edge of the bar.

Her back arched as he licked her rosy peak between his teeth.

Slamming one hand down hard on the bar and the other deep into the blonde curls on top of his head she hummed with immense pleasure.

Her mind raced hearing her own voice screaming in her head to stop this, that she couldn't go through with it, not now, not after she had fallen for him.

Violet knew he didn't deserve to be pulled into this, not after everything, but she had been alone for so long.

And those eyes, he looked into her soul as if he knew what she had been through, as if they recognized each other's pain, she couldn't even imagine going back to a life without him, not that it was a choice any longer.

"I recall you offering me a drink."

Her voice rose emphasizing her last word as he bit down before licking away the pain.

Growling Tate glided his expert mouth up to the side of her neck before brushing his lips against her ear.

"Anything… anything for you Violet."

Quickly releasing her jeans and pulling them roughly down the back of her thighs he left her wavering on the edge of the bar as the moonlight revealed the wet trail of his tongue on her breast up to the slope of her neck.

Returning with a bottle of vodka he took a long sip himself as she shivered with anticipation of what he was about to do.

Grabbing the back of her hair tilting her head back he perched the bottle against her bottom lip watching in glorious blinding obsession as she licked the hard liquor into her waiting mouth.

Anchoring both hands on the bar she threw her head back jetting out her chest daring him.

Tilting the bottle he let the clear liquid spill along her breasts drizzling down her tight flat stomach straight between her legs.

Feeling almost dizzy from the sheer need to taste her he let the bottle slip from his hand before falling to his knees.

Glass shattered scattering across the floor in a million pieces as he placed her thighs over his shoulders running his firm tongue up her slit gathering up the vodka in one fiery stroke.

Falling further back onto her elbows Violet screamed as he proceeded to tongue fuck her into oblivion.

Drunk off of her his head spun, now painfully hard he pulled her off the counter to the bar stool fumbling with his clothes furiously before slamming hard inside her.

Glass crunched beneath his sneakers as he panted against her sticky skin chanting her name as if never wanting to forget it, as if thinking that if he said it enough he could make her his.

Her eyes refocused back to that blinking red light only now there was a black BMW sitting in front of it.

Taking a sharp breath in she knew it was him, knew he was watching Tate fuck her, knowing it was now out of her hands.

Whether she was serious about her plan or not it was in motion now, like a dye that had been cast it was too late to stop it now.

Feeling Tate beginning to cum she glanced down catching his eyes that had grown as black as coal with more feeling behind them that she had ever had with anyone before.

Crashing down to Earth Tate held her for a long time reluctant to release himself from her hating that feeling of loss, of being separated from her.

Staggering along the bar he grasped onto the edge willing his limbs to work as he felt himself falling harder and faster then he thought humanly possible.

Reaching for her sweatshirt she zipped it back up before attempting to jump off the bar only to end up in his arms.

Shaking his head breathlessly he carried her over to one of the tables edging his chin down to the floor.

"The glass from the bottle, I don't want you to get cut."

Nodding slowly stunned by his kindness she fixed her jeans and pulled her knees up to her chin as she watched him sweep the floor.

She knew Gabe wouldn't do anything tonight, she knew she had time, she had to figure a way out of this only all she really could concentrate on is the way he looked at her, and how it felt as if she had known him her entire life.

Once Tate was finished he wordlessly reached for her hand and walked her up to his one room apartment locking the door behind them.

Standing in the shadows he ran the back of his hand down her cheek knowing that whatever she had to say it wasn't going to be good.

Pulling back the single dark green blanket from his bed he led her close to him before covering them both.

Exhausted he wrapped his arms around her back urging her body flush with his chest trying to get as close to her as possible.

She stared blankly across the room at a cheesy painting of a fisherman in row boat lost in a vast black sea.

Violet could feel his desperation and the final acceptance of a fate that was out of him control.

She heard her own words echo in her head, 'Violet what have you done.'

She was so deep in thought that Tate's voice shocked her causing her to jump in his arms.

"I know you want me to kill him."

Her hazel eyes widened as he pressed his mouth to her ear.

"How. Do. You. Know. Me?"

She glared at the fisherman, drowning in the dark bottomless ocean; she felt the air leaving his lungs, the sea water spilling down his throat.

"Don't lie. just be straight with me. I can fucking take it."

Closing her eyes hoping to get the image of the painting out of her head only to see it stronger behind the black of her eyelids she gasped.

"Gabe is your brother… different mother; same father… shares his fondness for abuse."

Tate rolled onto his back releasing her to stare up at the brown water stains on his ceiling.

He knew in that moment that he was being used the entire time, he was a fool to think that someone like her could care for him, would ever want him.

"I work as a therapist in the prison you were sentenced to, I know … everything … and yes I want you to kill my husband."